"DOMINICK, dear. You should take a look at Damien's face. It was so amusing to see him in panic and rage." Bridget chuckled.
Bridget stared at her unconscious husband with the most meaningful glare. She caressed Dominick's face with a very soft touch. The Great Duke of Gregory House, Dominick, was lying on the bed. Insentient. But his blue eyes were wide opened, staring at the ceiling.
It had been four years since Dominick fell into a vegetative state.
Unlike in a coma, where the patient is completely immobile and unconscious, people in a vegetative state will sleep, wake, and open their eyes. But they show no sign of awareness or consciousness. They only 'stay' there.
It almost like Dominick Gregory was the most perfect living puppet in the Underworld Realm.
"Have I say how much I love you being like this, dear?" Bridget grinned. She sat next to Dominick closely.
